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letra de scam likely - abbatia

[chorus: jazz vicaris]
you shakin’ ya boots
you criminal rappin, you cap with a passion
what happened
you not gonna shoot
you say that she real, but she plastic
i’m not finna tap it
no case on the crew
i’m not the one to be flashing
you say that’s yo bro
why they robbin’ you
talking to me you backstabbin’
not from my fabric
it’s nothing new
women lie
n-ggas lie
imma lie
for my guys
hand on bible, disgrace
to the motherf-ckin’ gods
women lie
n-ggas lie
imma lie
for my guys
hand on bible, disgrace
momma im sorry im lyin to god
[verse 1: syd solanke]
ooo split a peruke
you, l!ckin’ the boot
politicking with the bigwigs
sitting pretty on my loot
spirit cooking know i came with a bib
the people lookin’ so i throw up a fist
and disappearing’ like im gone with the wind
sh-t grinnin’ with a duece
heard the whistle, not the sing of a kettle
i’ll suicide em if he think he a rebel
ugh, shoggoth, surveilling the kennel
the visible strings, a bigger geppetto
i ripped through the curtains and peeked through the fog
phew, get back, they feeding the mob
we sealing the leaks, they peepin’ the drop
cl!ckety clack, it’s the squeak of the

[chorus: jazz vicaris]
women lie
n-ggas lie
imma lie
for my guys
hand on bible, disgrace
to the motherf-ckin’ gods
women lie
n-ggas lie
imma lie
for my guys
hand on bible, disgrace
momma im sorry im lyin to god
watch how you talk
watch how you step
i see through the flash
you dripping’ in sweat
you a b-tch and you mad
get yo respect
you wearin’ a mask
better come in correct
b-tch ass n-gga
[verse 2: droogie]
imagine me pourin’ the truth
run ‘round in a torus loop
hollowed sh-ll for the market
quickpay, applepay, skin with a barcode
give it to the choppin’ block
chop it off
block hot, stop the car, off
make it all new for arrangements
then just hit it with the boom and the bang sh-t, bam
f-ckin’ k!ll a single man
cutthroat till i cry to davey’s end
pencil on a page, erase ya head
ars wanna pump you fulla’ lead, shots
f-ck you all the way to watts
east coast when i snap the shackles off
sell yo dreams, say it kids
one two three, f-ck that sh-t

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